"It's more a case of... self-discipline rather than outright magic."
He watches her hand land atop his, and strokes his thumb lightly, briefly against the side of hers. Yes, insufferable know-it-all; he's quite familiar with that side of her. Not so insufferable right at this moment, though. He pulls his hand away.
Pushing himself up from the bed, he turns to look down at her. "It's too chilly to discuss this here."
He gives just a slight jerk of his head in the direction of his room, indicating that he's going back to his room and she's welcome to join him, then turns away to leave hers. He steps out into the cold landing, into his room, walks around his bed. Sitting on the edge, on the side that he always sleeps, he climbs his legs under the duvet as he pulls it up over him, still faintly warm with body heat. Propping an arm under his head, he cradles his head against it and stares up at the ceiling while waiting for Granger.
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He watches her hand land atop his, and strokes his thumb lightly, briefly against the side of hers. Yes, insufferable know-it-all; he's quite familiar with that side of her. Not so insufferable right at this moment, though. He pulls his hand away.
Pushing himself up from the bed, he turns to look down at her. "It's too chilly to discuss this here."
He gives just a slight jerk of his head in the direction of his room, indicating that he's going back to his room and she's welcome to join him, then turns away to leave hers. He steps out into the cold landing, into his room, walks around his bed. Sitting on the edge, on the side that he always sleeps, he climbs his legs under the duvet as he pulls it up over him, still faintly warm with body heat. Propping an arm under his head, he cradles his head against it and stares up at the ceiling while waiting for Granger.